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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence: dark thrust of peace and a ponderous, primordial tenderness, such as
made the world in the beginning. And her terror subsided in her breast,
her breast dared to be gone in peace, she held nothing. She dared to
let go everything, all herself and be gone in the flood.
And it seemed she was like the sea, nothing but dark waves rising and
heaving, heaving with a great swell, so that slowly her whole darkness
was in motion, and she was Ocean rolling its dark, dumb mass. Oh, and
far down inside her the deeps parted and rolled asunder, in long,
fair-travelling billows, and ever, at the quick of her, the depths
parted and rolled asunder, from the centre of soft plunging, as the
plunger went deeper and deeper, touching lower, and she was deeper and
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